Category Archive Browsing Category:Dawn of the Decline

So, I had planned on making this short story a bit longer, and more epic, but as I write, I start to lose the sense of purpose and emotional attachment I had with the characters, story, and my choice is to wrap it up quickly, or let it linger endlessly, potentially never completing it. Overall,…

Worf was trying everything he could think of, but his brain wasn’t being very rational. All he knew was energy attacks were useless, and that many other technological beings have been beaten before by Klingon combat prowess. Blood dripped from his forehead, and sweat stung in his eyes. Little damage was being done, but Worf…

Drake could hear movement in the hallway. The bulk of his armor made turning around to see what was behind him, a frustrating effort. The enclosed space continued to rub against the well worn suit, but Drake was taught to always face his enemies. He found it curious though that after running and hiding, anyone…

Worf arrived on the bridge, and was welcomed with the devastated glances of his long-time friends. Riker was the first to speak up as he walked towards the turbolift. “As you have been informed, we are in a bit of a bind.” In his normal stoic tone, Worf responded slowly, “I’ll… say.”

Drake was shoving his heavy fists through anything that looked like a control console. If he wasn’t going to be able to control the ship, he’d cripple it, take control, and use a single survivor to help him get home. Every person that he killed, and everything he destroyed got him closer to his goal,…

A few moments later, deep within the Enterprise, the turbolift doors opened, revealing the massive marine to a young ensign trying to arrive back to her quarters to see to her children. No one was supposed to be walking around, except for required personnel. The hulking suit of armor shifted slightly, and the ensign held…

Drake looked to find where the voice was coming from, but it felt as though it was all around him. His suit muffled none of the noises around him, letting him hone in on the most minute details. He could hear the collective heart beats, drumming readily in the bodies of the gold jump suit…